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He said Lynch would have to sign the sex offenders' register and remain on it for life and never work with children again.

I was a latecomer to counselling, having previously considered therapy a largely American pursuit. By the time I reached that landmark age, without children and in a marriage that was beginning to lose its fairytale glow, my daily life was beginning to feel not unlike a soap opera.

His high school class, of which he was president, had voted him most likely to succeed, and he had done so.

At the time of the party, not much more than a decade out of law school and still in his thirties, he was already district attorney of his home county. A couple drinks and then a few and then who knows how many until he was well and truly lit, until he was finally a staggering mess, until he was finally so far gone that the prospect of walking home, never mind driving, was an Everest summit attempt.

I told no one, immersed and isolated in my secret life. In moments of fleeting clarity, I wanted to understand what was happening to me. Was it just my marriage problems, or was there something deeper causing me to behave that way?

Soon, I was spending hours in the parallel universe of cyberspace, often through wonderfully wide-awake nights, uninhibited in a way I never could be in reality.

Sentencing Lynch, Judge David Smyth, said that his career and probably his life were in ruins.

He said he would have given Lynch the higher sentence except for the fact he had pleaded guilty, the boys had been willing participants, and two of them were sexually experienced.

A cop guards the open gateway that leads from the house's driveway to the side yard, in case the man inside attempts to flee.

At first the camera is static and the shot is simple: the cop, the gateway, vertical red fence planks, a right foreground portion of green bush.

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